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And This, New York, Is What Happens When I Should Be Sleeping
For the last few days I've been opening and closing my lighter over and over again. As if by doing it enough times I will somehow eventually find what's been slipping off the tip of my tongue for as far back as I can remember; that elusive little word or phrase that's been hiding from me during and after and before every conversation I've ever had ( Read more... ) -
Font Sûre Vous êtes Écouter Ça Le Temps
Se que c'est êtes parti dans ce , mon le plus sombre de heures? Je m'assieds seul one les bord de une nouvelle origine et toutes Moi can réfléchir autour de c'est mon révolu. Tout de les musique Je suis écouter à , aux vêtements thanksggiving Je suis lassitude puer de regretter et révolu se méprendre sur. Quand est-ce que c'est à la fin mon le ( Read more... ) -
WTF, Yo?
Soemthing that's been on my mind lately: Living your life the way you want to live it is always much easier said than done ( Read more... ) -
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The stress of waiting has always been the biggest problem for me. Always, always, always. This time is no different, even though what I'm waiting for is pretty much a sure thing. No matter how sure it is I still find myself sitting around thinking of reasons why this will fail. -
Book Preview - Short Story Called "This Picture" Based on Placebo Song of Same Name
When the sun sets over you, where you will find yourself? Do you know where you’ll be if your last day comes sooner than you ever anticipated? Or…do you only know where you’d want to be?
Me? Oh, and I’d probably be where I am right now. Just riding this bus. I’ve ridden it three times now in a matter of only two months. Twice South and once North ( Read more... ) -
So Catch Me If You Can... I'm Going Back
I will be back in Carlsbad, California for good on Friday. -
So Quick To Surrender
Yes I am, yes I am.
My throat's sore and I don't know why. It's that kind of sore that I get after singing and screaming too much. But I haven't really been talking at all today. Mostly thinking. It's completely possible that my throat isn't sore at all, that I'm just making myself believe it is because of the things I've been thinking about today ( Read more... ) -
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The person helping me design my tattoos is the greatest human being on this planet. -
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It's so much easier to just pretend to care.
Just like it's easier to give up than to press on through the hard times.
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I have a terrible cold and the sad songs I write are in the final stages of writing and therefore I have to actually sing. And oh God does it sound terrible. More so than normal. But I didn't want to just say this in my ( Read more... )
